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Summary: Halloween dicks and treats at the glory hole.
Note 1: This is a Halloween 2024 Contest Story so please vote.
Note 2: Thanks to Small_Island for editing and Shuj for a proofread.
Glory Hole Gal
There is something utterly exhilarating about glory holes.
I can’t explain it, but as much as I love sucking cock in general, it’s just so much sexier sucking through a glory hole… with the barrier blocking the man, his body, his face – leaving only the most essential elements – cock and cum.
Same thing for getting fucked. Sometimes I’m just not into feeling a sweaty body against me or dealing with someone’s desired intimacy and ‘meaningful’ eye contact… just let me bend over and put my ass up against a wall while a cock takes me through that impersonal hole – reducing me to my most essential elements – cunt and cream.
I love the anonymity and mystery of not knowing whose dick is in my mouth, whose cum is spewing in my mouth, whose manhood is pounding my pussy or whose balls are depositing their load in me. It is just utterly liberating.
It could be an 18-year-old virgin and I’m his first mouth or pussy.
It could be an 80-year-old man with great-great-grandchildren and I’m his last mouth or pussy.
It could be a married man, or it could be a teacher, or a construction worker, or a businessman, or a church minister, or someone who’d know me if they saw my face.
It could be a white, black, Asian or any other race. This is also true about the cocks themselves. Ah, those wonderful cocks.
They could be small, medium, large, or mammoth, each is the right size for this Goldilocks.
They could be skinny or thick, bent or straight, they all fit just right.
Every cock that pops through that glorious glory hole is a surprise… and for me it’s like a never-ending Christmas morning. Gift after gift… every one different and yet every one giving me the same desired end result, although the taste, texture and amount vary.
It’s exhilarating to take load after load after load in my mouth and occasionally on my face or on my tits.
I recall the first time I took a load on my tits. I was sucking a guy in a hotel room in Budapest, my friends were still at a club, when he growled with authority in a sexy Yul Brynner accent, “I want to finish on your titties.”
I would rather have felt his dick erupt in my mouth, but was feeling rather submissive and I obeyed. As I felt his final warning throb, I pulled my mouth off and replaced it with my hand, stroking him to completion while I thrust my chest out to put my 34C boobies front and center.
The warmth when it struck me was exhilarating, but not as exhilarating as when his hand began smearing his cream all over my chest.
“You are not allowed to clean that off before tomorrow morning,” he stated in a voice that automatically had me saying, “Yes, sir, I understand.”
God, just recalling that dominant man who was twice my age telling me what to do makes my pussy burn.
But of course, if I want to feel a real burn in the pussy, it’s a huge rush to have a stranger fuck me and erupt a load in my lovebox, which makes me come way harder than being with a man skin on skin.
Another thing I prefer about glory holes is the contradictory nature of vulnerability. On the one hand, I’m giving myself up to nameless strangers; you could hardly be more vulnerable than that. But on the other hand, they aren’t seeing my facial expressions as I relish the fucking or even more so when I come… so while my body is vulnerable, my spirit isn’t.
How such a young woman with relatively little sexual experience, at least in terms of time, came to such insights and desires is certainly an understandable question. The answer is on a tourist bus excursion across Europe.
It was the summer after high school graduation, and I was enjoying a gift from my grandparents. I was eighteen and while not a virgin, my experience was both limited and tame. I had only been with three men, two who were boyfriends and one that was a drunken one-night stand.
You could say I was fortunate, or you could say I was targeted, but right at the start of the trip I was taken under the wing of two older college girls who were taking this trip before starting their senior years. One was from California and the other Wisconsin, and they were both sexually liberated (read: wild). I found out how wild when very early on in the trip we got stuck in a hotel room due to a massive storm. Honestly, I must have been subconsciously up for it, because after listening to some of their college adventure stories while drinking sweet wine, I ended up tasting my first two pussies in a fun lesbian threesome.
After that I joined the two girls in a six-person orgy with three hot, hung, older men in Italy, and then went on to fuck four different guys on my own in four different countries.
And then we made it to Amsterdam and my life really changed. şişli escort bayan Of course, I’d heard the tales about Red Light districts and the like, but these girls were like divining rods for the real action and before I knew it, I was watching them on their knees, eagerly accepting random cocks that came poking through holes in the walls. Of course, I joined them. I ended up pleasuring eight different dicks and swallowing the loads from three of them. My travel companions ended up fucking some of the dicks and taking a load each in their pussies, but that was too wild for me. At least then. Yet that one eye-opening encounter had awakened my sexual libido and I wasn’t saying never.
It was an amazing summer, and when college started, I continued my sexual exploration. In my first couple of weeks of school I fucked three guys, was eaten out by an older woman in a club bathroom while two other women watched (that was the last time I got that drunk or high at a club), and even had a 69 with a lesbian friend of my roommate.
Yet, none of these encounters came close to the sexual high I had that one day in Amsterdam. I just couldn’t get the thrill of the glory hole out of my mind or my fantasies… it constantly popped into my head.
So, one night, while doing anything I could to avoid the essay I should have been writing, I googled glory holes near me.
I scrolled through them and many seemed sketchy, taking place in motel bathrooms or outdoor parks, but one intrigued me. It was an adult video and sex store where the action appeared to take place in the porn-viewing booths and women commenters said they felt safe there (sure, they could have been men, but the writing struck me as authentic). That was exactly how the place in Amsterdam was and it made me curious.
On top of that, it was only a ten-minute walk from my dorm, and I desperately wanted to go there.
But… I didn’t.
I didn’t have the courage.
There was no way I would have been brave enough go to that Dutch glory hole if it wasn’t for my two wild travel partners and there was no way I could go to one on my own here.
For a week, I pondered going.
For a week, I told myself to go.
For a week, I fucked myself with a toy imagining being in a glory hole… sucking anonymous dick… swallowing mystery cum.
Then, eventually, I walked to the adult video store.
It looked rundown, teetering on seedy.
I pondered going in… but I didn’t.
I returned the next day and the next and the next. I watched people from all slices of life, of all ages going in. Mostly men, sometimes women, and more often than I would have imagined, couples. Most of the time the single guys went in and came out in ten or so minutes, although occasionally a man or a woman or even a couple would be in there for a much longer time.
The temptation to walk into the store grew… a fire burning inside of me… yet I just couldn’t walk in.
Instead, I watched glory hole porn online, fucking myself to multiple orgasms as I watched women of all ages enjoy strangers’ cocks through a small hole and then got frustrated by my weakness and my envy.
The obsession continued to grow and grow.
Finally, after two excruciating weeks, where I had sucked two more guys, fucked one more at a party and got finger banged by a butch lesbian as her friend ate my asshole in a stall at a club (this time sober enough to make sure we were in a stall and not with people watching), I couldn’t resist any more. I had tried to fuck my way out of my glory hole fantasy, but all these encounters did was make me want to go to a glory hole more… although the butch lesbian really had me a muddled mess… especially when she called me a slut… alas, none squelched the burning fire in my loins or the growing vivid fantasies of the glory hole.
So, I finally went into the store.
I skulked around like a burglar casing the joint for a break-in.
I had never been in an adult shop except that one time in Amsterdam and I don’t remotely remember anything about that store before being in the room with the holes and lesbian porn playing.
This local store had videos, of course, but also sex toys galore for men and women, kinky bondage stuff, couple’s items, lube, lingerie and costumes.
It also had an open hallway at the back that had a sign that said: Get coins from the front.
I wanted to go back there, my pussy burned and my mouth watered, but I chickened out.
Instead, I bought a new vibrator, my current one only having two patterns and speeds. I’d bought it on Amazon and had it sent to my friend’s house back in high school for my eighteenth birthday. It had been a wonderful first toy, but my urges had outpaced its abilities.
This new one was two inches longer at eight inches, had ten speeds and ten patterns. As I paid, I saw a good-looking man in a suit walk to the open hallway.
Again, I wanted to follow.
Again, my mouth watered with possibility.
Again, taksim escort bayan I chickened out.
For the next three days, I returned.
Each day, I looked at the hallway.
Each day, I was tempted to the back.
Yet, each day, I chickened out.
I did see three more men go into the mysterious hallway, one dressed in jeans and work boots, the other two honestly looking pretty feminine and I easily imagined what each kind of person would be doing on their side of the hole in the wall. I also saw one chubby woman my mother’s age stride confidently into the corridor, letting me know that there was indeed a place for women there; but I just couldn’t do it.
I did end up buying lube, a vibrating egg, and a set of three anal dildos, feeling I had to buy something to justify my lingering visits.
I fucked myself to more orgasms, blew a guy at a party who pulled out and came all over my face, and tried the small dildo in my ass which was okay, but it just sat there. I even went to school on Wednesday wearing the vibrating egg in my pussy which led to me getting myself off in a school bathroom.
Yet, all these encounters, all these orgasms, didn’t stop my desire to go into a glory hole cabin.
Then the right opportunity suddenly popped up and said boo.
Halloween.
I was already planning on attending at least one party and probably more and I realized my Halloween costume would be perfect for a clandestine visit to the back of the adult store. I had put together a Catwoman outfit with a black bustier over a short skirt that barely hid my black panties. On my legs were thigh-high black stockings coming out of 3-inch heels (I would have gone higher but planned to walk the ten minutes to the sex shop). Like my legs, my arms would also be mostly covered by long gloves in a breathable mesh. And the part of the costume that was really going to help, a feline mask that covered my whole upper face.
I liked the anonymity of a glory hole and I figured the cat mask would provide me some of that same anonymity as I made my way there. I’d realized that the fear of meeting someone I knew, although unlikely, had been one of my reasons to not walk down that hallway. But just like in the comics, I hoped that having my identity disguised would allow me to live out my secret life without having it come back to bite me in my ‘real’ life’s ass.
I got a lot of looks on my walk to the adult store and a couple of whistles from cars, which only added to my confidence, confidence that was going to carry me all the way down the back hallway… tonight was the night.
I entered the store, a few men were there, as well as a couple who were also in costume, so I felt better about not standing out. I walked right to the hall entrance and stopped. It was like there was an invisible barrier preventing me from entering.
I sighed.
I walked back a few feet, not wanting the few people there seeing me in my dilemma.
I was startled when the man who had worked almost every day I had been there, a middle-aged man of middle eastern descent, walked over to me and said, as he moved his hand to mine, “Here are some coins, go back and take a look.”
“Um, I don’t know if I….” I began, even as I opened my hand and took the coins, a big handful of them.
“It’s obvious you are curious,” he said, with a warm smile. “If you don’t like it or are uncomfortable you can leave out the back door. Either way, whether you go back there or not, don’t feel like you have to buy anything.”
“Um, okay, thanks, I’ll think about it,” I responded, appreciating his kindness.
“Trust me, until you walk in and satisfy your curiosity you will keep coming back and wondering,” he said.
“You’re right,” I nodded, that being the cycle I had been experiencing for weeks.
“Go,” he said, before he turned and walked away.
The coins in my hand and the odd knowledge that this man knew why I was really here, had me moving to the entrance of the hallway. I stopped before it, hesitated, but when the bell rang alerting the worker and me someone was entering the store I rushed in… breaking past the invisible barrier that had been keeping me from making my fantasy come true.
There were six doors… three on the left and three on the right. Two were closed with green lights on above them that I assumed meant they were occupied.
Neither of the center rooms had its warning light illuminated so I randomly chose the one on the left. The door was unlocked and when I peeked in, I found it unoccupied as I expected. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. When I reached for the lock, I noticed a lighted panel to the side of the door. It consisted of a series of colored buttons, each with a stick figure pictogram of a person, like on a restroom door.
At top left was a man facing a wall with his stick penis poking through. It was green. Aha, I thought, the green lights I’d seen outside meant there were two guys hoping for blowjobs.
Next came a red button with fatih escort bayan a stick lady on her knees sucking a cock, although the rest of the man’s body on the other side of the wall wasn’t shown. I guess that makes me red.
Third in the top row was a pink button. It had the same pictogram as the red button, only the kneeling figure had a dangling penis rather than protruding breasts. Okay, truth in advertising, although I suspected the guys who pushed the green buttons really didn’t care what the gender of the mouth on the other side of the wall was.
The bottom row of buttons began with a woman bent over to take the stick dick in her mouth, while a male figure railed her from behind in the same room. Hmm, blue apparently meant couples. Now, that would be a kinky date indeed.
Button five was yellow and showed a male figure looking at a screen and stroking himself. So, you could just come and watch movies if you wanted to.
The last button on the bottom right of the grid had no label. I wondered if I could come up with a special kink that would deserve its own button.
I pressed the red button, double-checked the door lock, then turned to scope out the small room.
There was a small screen on one wall with a coin slot right beside it.
On a shelf underneath the screen was a roll of toilet paper, for post-orgasm clean up I guessed. A wire mesh trashcan sat on the floor with a wad of paper in it, which explained the smell of cum that I’d unconsciously registered. However, I was also picking up the lemony scent of a spray cleaner. So, at least there was some hygiene going on – points to the proprietor.
In front of the screen was a chair that had seen better days and on the left and right walls were glory holes. The setup wasn’t up to the standards of the Amsterdam joint, but it certainly looked fit for my purposes.
I put my generous handful of coins in a pile on the shelf, then slid one into the coin slot. A touchscreen like on an airplane came to life, just several times larger. There were four choices available. I selected the image of a woman in lingerie on all fours getting spit-roasted, a position I’d never really considered in my many fantasies.
I looked at the distance from one glory hole to the other and wondered if I could get spit-roasted right here… the answer I deduced? Not possible in the least. Even as tall as I was, 5’11, I couldn’t reach both holes at once.
I sat down on the chair and looked at the hole to my left. Because of the exterior light I thought the room was occupied, but the hole was currently vacant.
I turned my attention back to the screen and watched the woman really get fucked. Hmm, even if I didn’t get to suck a cock, it could still be fun to get myself off under these sketchy circumstances. Then the image froze. I laughed, “It is a business after all.” Well, I had a pile of free tokens and I popped in four of them.
The cock in her mouth slipped out and she begged, “Harder, fuck me harder.”
“Yeah, you’re such a slut, Teach,” the guy banging her from behind said, as I realized the scene was taking place in a classroom.
The guy slid his dick back in her mouth and the spit-roast continued.
I had never tried sucking while getting fucked and wondered if it was as easy as she made it look. Somehow, I doubted it, yet it was definitely a hot position.
As I continued watching, I thought that with my coordination and athleticism (that plus my height had earned me a spot our college basketball team… although, as a freshman, I didn’t play much), that maybe I could take two dicks at once like this woman was currently doing. I was definitely adding it to my bucket list.
I looked at the hole again. Still empty.
How did you let the guy know you were here and willing to suck his dick?
Was there a code?
Was there a signal? He wouldn’t see the red light over my door unless he stuck his head outside.
In Amsterdam, dicks just kept showing up… and we kept sucking or fucking.
Now actually in the room, with the hole right beside me, I was so hungry for cock that I wanted to just ask the guy if I could suck his dick, but I couldn’t get up the nerve.
I heard the sound of money dropping as he must have added more time and a minute later his hard cock popped through the hole. Ah, the power of positive thinking.
My eyes went wide and my mouth instantly watered with hunger. With my pussy also burning I didn’t hesitate to drop to my knees, but as I went down I realized that expensive thigh highs had likely not been the best choice for my costume; who knew what was on this floor or how rough it was. Fortunately, I found myself on smooth linoleum that actually gave a bit under my weight, indicating there was some cushioning underneath. More points to the store. And the question of whether I was kneeling in the last visitor’s cum began to matter less as I took the six-inch white cock in my hand and mouth.
“Oooooh,” he groaned, as I began to suck his dick slowly.
I had been craving this exact situation for months and I planned on enjoying it. I was going to worship this stranger’s cock… I was going to give him the best blow job I could. I was going to make him shoot his cum into my mouth, but not before I’d taken my full pleasure from his flesh.
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